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Chapter 640: The Well of Change
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... spiraling tower, the wooden floors creaked incessantly as numerous men in brown coats and black slacks scampered about without end in sight.
Their marching was not purposeless; they were all making it a point to scour the rows and rows of books in their library in search of ancient texts.
They were looking for something, anything that might explain the strange spacial phenomena that had occurred mere days before.
On the top floor, an old man in a silver jacket was standin ...
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